“Should I send Archie in here to use you? He would love fucking your tight little holes,” he threatens, and I cry out. Sobbing, horrible, torrential tears as I pull on my restraints. My body bows up and off the bed awkwardly, trying to get away from him.
“You wouldn’t,” I cry out.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do to teach you your fucking place. If you forget who you belong to and who makes the rules, I’ll show you.”
I can’t move, I can barely breathe through the snot dripping down my face from the pain cracking in my chest. This isn’t right, this isn’t safe. This is terrifying, but instead of crying to be released, I moan.
“Does my little whore want to please me?” He asks in a dangerously soft voice, and I look up at him, finally seeing him clearly through the blur of my tears.
He is unhinged, breathtaking in his unraveling. His hair is wild, tousled by restless hands that have been dragging through it in frustration. A glint of steel catches my eye—a blade tucked carelessly into the waistband of his trousers, half-hidden but unmistakably present. The sight sends a thrill down my spine.
There's a circular scar on his abdomen I’ve always been curious about, but never brave enough to touch. In this light, I can almost make out a skull-and-bones brand inside it—the brand of the Bonesmen.
I fight with myself momentarily, teetering between fear and desire. How can I crave something so dangerous to me?
His eyes are cold, detached in a way that makes my blood quicken. There is something feral in his stillness, something beautiful and brutal. He looks like a man on the edge of something unspeakable, and somehow, impossibly, it makes my toes curl.
“For a moment, you seemed to think you had control here.”
I pull on my reinforcements, my eyes locked with his. His full lips look so plush, I bite my own in desire.
“I didn’t mean to misbehave,” I whisper through tears, trembling beneath the weight of his threats. A part of me believes there is no limit to how far he would go to remind me that I belong to him, to prove the extent of his control.
He comes close to my head, leaning down and licking a tear that fell from my eyes. “You didn’t mean to what?”
I gulp, breathing in his smoky skin scent, savoring it as though I can’t inhale it quickly enough.
“I didn’t mean to misbehave, sir.” I correct myself.
Suddenly, he's on me, straddling my waist. I hear the sound of his belt opening, his slacks button popping open, which makes my back arch as I grind into him, my eyes never leaving his.
Suddenly, his belt is at my neck, wrapped around my throat tightly as he pushes my panties to the side, and within seconds, I feel his thick and heavy cock nudging at my entrance after he spreads my legs around his torso.
I whimper at the hot feeling of his thick head at my entrance, but the belt around my throat tightens as he drives home, and I scream.
Fully seated inside of me, my breath is stolen. I gasp, barely breathing as I quiver around his thick cock.
“I’ve been easy on you,” he grunts, working his cock in and out of me, “But it looks like my darling wife needs more training.I’ve let you talk too freely, but it seems this beautiful little voice needs to be taken away.” He grunts as he fucks into me, still unrelenting with the oxygen he steals. With each thrust, it's a back and forth of the tugs at the belt wrapped around my throat.
“From now on,” he thrusts and grunts, “You’ll only speak with my permission.”
His words make me quiver around him, suddenly angry and saved by the loss of my will.
“You’re so beautiful, but a fucking mess, and it’s my fault,” still fucking me with the tender thrusts that contrast with the violence around my throat.
I sputter, thankful for the moment when he releases the belt slightly to cup my breasts as he fucks into me, and god is it incredible.
My toes curl.
He leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek as he pounds into me with a violent desperation. He fucks me so hard I’m sobbing, the head of his penis punching into the depths of my abdomen as I wish with all of my heart I could be free of the restraints.
“It hurts,” I cry into his cheek as he peppers kisses to the side of my face and neck.
“I know, darling,” he growls, as his shaft thickens inside of me, filling me with hot streams of cum.
Even his ejaculation feels angry. I feel so full I
can’t contain it, the cum dripping out of me along his shaft, as he slowly fucks it back up into me.
